'It seems to me then as if all the moments of our life occupy the same space, as if future events already existed and were only waiting for us to find our way to them at last, just as when we have accepted an invitation we duly arrive in a certain house at a given time. And, might it not be, continued Autsterlitz, that we also have appointments to keep with the past, in what has gone before and is for the most part extinguished, and must go there in search of places and people who have some connection with us. . . ?' (W G Sebald, 2001, Austerlitz, London: Penguin, 359-60)
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